A Gift for the Fire Wheel Victor from Malcador

Imperial Palace, Banquet Hall.

The Servo-skull, adorned with colorful ribbons, slowly floated back and forth in the air, repeatedly playing synthesized sound from Sonic Array.

"The Terra Regent Malcador, Master of Mankind, welcomes the Emperor's sons, Nimrod and Leman Russ."

"Nimrod, the Primarch of the Eleventh Legion, the Monarch of Vostonia..."

"Leman Russ, the Primarch of the Sixth Legion, the Wolf King of Fenris..."

The bronze brazier spewed out dark red flames, creating the atmosphere of the Fenris furnace.

On the oak table, a whole rib of beef shreds along the seams, its pink flesh bursting open. The crackling sound of the fat popping on the cherry charcoal resonates wonderfully with the hum of a jazz double bass.

The waiter, wearing white gloves, brought over a suckling pig whose skin was cracked from roasting.

Beneath the crispy, dark brown crust, a translucent layer of fat, like melted beeswax, slowly seeps out along the angle of the knife's cut.

The Black Anger tomahawk steak slams against a 280-degree cast iron plate, leaving a deep brown caramel mark between the marbles, accompanied by a hissing sound.

The chef, wearing a linen shirt, rang a bronze bell, and four burly men carried an oak barrel.

Malcador the mead in his glass and exclaimed in admiration.

"The flavor of this wine will not be apparent until it has been drunk a thousand times."

"The Warrior of Fenris brewed a spirit that even heroes couldn't conquer in just a few years; it took us much longer to make it even more mellow."

The Wolf King was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Malcador, drink as much mead as you like."

Nimrod keenly sensed the Sigillite's appreciation for Fenrisian Mead and its culture.

[As expected, just like I remember, the Wolf King and Malcador the closest. What happened to his supposed hatred of Psyker?]

"Nimrod, you should also enjoy the mead; I'm sure you'll like it."

Nimrod sensed Malcador's thoughts and wanted to foster a brotherly friendship between himself and Leman Russ.

[Perhaps he also wants to gain my and the Wolf King's support in the War Council.]

Before the formation of the Council of Terra, the War Council was the de facto ruling body of the Imperium.

In addition to the Emperor, Malcador, and the Mars Fabricator-General, every Primarch and Captain-General also holds a seat in the Council.

I prefer Las-Vault.

Nimrod spoke with a double meaning, and the Sigillite remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Nimrod, I want to express my gratitude for your support of the Great Crusade, which has made the Imperium's expansion in the Segmentum Obscurus much smoother."

"I will also provide supplies for you and Russ during the war in the Wheel of Fire System."

At this point, Malcador interest.

"I heard from Russ that you were holding a series of hunting competitions."

"You and your offspring have won all the victories. This time, the clearing of the Orks on the Wheel of Fire is the next hunting contest."

"I have prepared a gift; whoever beheads the Orks Imperial Army will receive it."

Nimrod was taken aback upon hearing this, and Malcador had also prepared an item for the Battle of the Fire Wheel.

[This change is due to my arrival.]

"I discussed with the Emperor our opinions on who would win. He and Horus favor you, but I favor Russ."

"The Fenrisian will transform into Space Wolves; they will shine brightly in the stars. This time, the outcome will be different."

Malcador's eyes were deep, and his words caused the Space Wolves to howl and roar.

Jorin and the Fenrisian were undergoing transformation and were accompanying him. Enoch Lashvin, sitting next to him, looked at Sanchez defiantly.

"Sanchez, you won only because I didn't go to Fenris."

"I will challenge you in the upcoming war and reclaim the Wolf King's sword."

Only Space Wolves are worthy to wield the Wolf King's sword.

Sanchez looked directly at the former commander of the Sixth Legion, Rashivin, who, in the early days of the Great Crusade, was one of only a handful of men who could rival him.

But now he is just a "Space Wolves"Wolf Lord Dalian, and he is no longer the same person he used to be.

[I am the Reaper Lord, the Baron of the Court of the Black Duke who received three blessings from the Primarch.]

The "Provoker" stroked his sword. "If you want it, then come on, but you will inevitably be the one who fails."

"Wait."

Nimrod suddenly interrupted their verbal exchange, staring intently at Leman Russ.

"Since you've given me the sword, how can I take it back?"

"Your kid doesn't dare to accept the challenge?"

"I dare not accept an honor duel between Astartes."

The Wolf King used vulgar language to conceal his exploitation of Astartes traditions to force Nimrod to agree to a duel.

Nimrod his hand, stopping Sanchez from speaking.

"My Reaper Lord is naturally ready to accept any challenge."

"But he's a commander, not some idle brute; he's not someone you can just challenge as anyone pleases."

"To challenge him, we need to show him something."

Nimrod didn't want Sanchez to face endless challenges from Space Wolves just because he had a sharp blade.

He must set a threshold for this, ensuring that the Reaper Lord reaps a reward upon victory.

"I'm not a reckless fool; I'm the Wolf Lord 'Space Wolves,' not some nobody."

Enoch Rashivin shouted, clenching his fists. If it weren't for a Primarch, and if it weren't for the Imperial Regent's banquet, he would have rushed over to wash away his shame.

Upon hearing this, Leman Russ immediately understood Nimrod's meaning.

"I'll offer my son the stakes, but your son won't get any."

"Rashid will be the victor."

"I too will sever the head of the Orks warlord! The Space Wolves will prove on the Wheel of Fire that we are the best hunters!"

Nimrod's dark eyes were deep. "Space Wolves are excellent hunters; victory belongs to the Shadow of Order."

Malcador sighed almost imperceptibly, adding another wrinkle to his weathered face.

"Let's see who wins after the Orks is Purification by the Wheel of Fire. I'll prepare a gift worthy of the victor."

The day after the banquet, Nimrod met with Saul, the chieftain of the Tarawa, at his villa.

Saul, dressed in a grey robe, spoke to the Primarch.

"Sir, I have received a report from the Triken system."

"My people have discovered vast amounts of rare minerals beneath the surface of Triken, and have already established a new base there."

He looked at Nimrod with admiration. "My lord, Triken is truly awe-inspiring."

"It possesses the beautiful environment that Terra has long since lost, and it is also a highly efficient industrial base."

"Environment and efficiency, two seemingly contradictory concepts, are perfectly integrated in your world."

The Primarch listened with a smile to Saul's praise, and then asked a question.

"Then what brings you here?"

"I'm here to gain your support. Tarawa wants to expand and grow in the Triken system, not just limited to its home planet."

"We have been supplying weapons to the Emperor since the 'Unification Wars,' although the Adeptus Mechanicus has now taken over this responsibility."

Saul's face darkened, but his eyes immediately lit up.

"But after the establishment of the Imperium, the manufacture and maintenance of the Adeptus Custodes's weapons were taken over by us."

"We will bring the 'Dark Mechanicum Era' technologies and experiences that the Emperor shared with us to Triken."

Nimrod nodded in satisfaction and stood up.

"Chief Saul wishes Tarawa a soaring success in Triken and a dazzling brilliance in the Galaxy."

On the third day after arriving in Terra, the Genesis Primarch met with the patriarch of House Drake, who was accompanied by two black-armored Warrior.